The seguinte day, Lydia was at another veterinary clinic to look for a new job. The receptionist told her to wait where she was. Lydia sat and waited. While she was waiting, she noticed someone crying. She asked, "Are you okay?" The younger woman said, "I just had to have my dog put to sleep." Lydia said, "I'm sorry to hear that." The younger woman said, "I'll never be happy again." Lydia said, "That's just the grief talking." The younger woman asked, "How do you know?" Lydia said, "When my dog, Fluffer Nutter, passed away, I thought I would never be happy again, but things got better with time." The younger woman asked, "How did you cope with it?" Lydia said, "Well, I wrote a lot. composição literária down how I feel helps to get those feelings off my chest. I also talked with my friends who also lost pets." The younger woman said, "I think I'll try that." Lydia said, "It just might help." The younger woman asked, "How long should I take to grieve Scout?" Lydia said, "Take as long as you need. Don't ever listen to anyone who tells you it's time to mover on. Only you can determine that." The younger woman said, "Thank you, sweet stranger." She gave Lydia a hug. Lydia returned the hug and said, "You're welcome." Dr. Burke, the veterinarian who owned the clinic had been watching. She said, "Wow, Lydia. That was very impressive." Lydia said, "I like making people feel good. It's part of my charm." Dr. Burke asked, "How would you like to be the client service specialist?" Lydia asked, "What's that?" Dr. Burke explained, "Well, you would comfort clients who lose their pets, you could give clients conselhos on training, and you could even schedule appointments if need be." Lydia said, "It would be an honor." Dr. Burke said, "Great! You can start Monday!" Lydia said, "Thank you so much!" She then headed início to tell John, Pattie, Rebecca, Catherine, Marie, and Gavin the good news.
Lydia and her friends got jantar and ended the evening with karaoke. They went to the hotel. After they unpacked their things, John called Lydia on her cellphone. She said, "I'm putting you on speaker so that you can talk to everyone." He said, "Okay." Lydia's friends said, "Hello, John." He said, "Hello, everyone." Lydia's friends introduced themselves. They talked about their adventure. John said, "You all were so noble to come to Pattie's rescue. Are you all right, Pattie?" She said, "I'm fine. I do hope Alan stays in jail. He is absolutely despicable and just sick." Lydia said, "I wish there was a way to get even with him." John said, "You don't have to. Karma will get him in the end." Catherine said, "John's right. There was a guy who hurt me and my friends. He ended up dying from alcohol poisoning." Lydia said, "I guess karma is real." After talking with John, Lydia and her friends called it a night and went to bed.
To be continued.....
To be continued.....
Hello, everyone. BingoPB here, or Kayla, as most of you know me. I know you were expecting a poem. Don't worry. There will be plenty of poems in the future. I have been inspired to write a fã fiction based on my relationship with Aston, my former boyfriend, and my dreams about Paul. Of course, there will be differences, because the story will be based on those things. The characters will have different names. I could have talked about this in messages, but it's easier to address everyone at once here. I am not sure what the título will be. I would appreciate some suggestions in the comments below. You can also tell me your opinions on this idea. Also, feel free to tell me what name you would like for the character based on you. I will start working on it once I have a title.
I remember the good times we had.
mais than that, I remember,
The inner scar you gave me.
You left me to blame myself.
But I'm not at fault.
In the five years we were together,
I was nothing but patient with you.
If you were done with me,
You could've just said so.
I believe I made a mistake,
When I said I'd be your girlfriend.
You were my best friend,
And we ruined it with romance,
All because we wanted to fit in.
How could we have been so ignorant?
I know we made peace.
I'm glad we're friends now,
But that will never erase the scar,
The inner scar only I can see.
Someday I'll amor someone else,
And he will erase my scar.
Only then will it fade away.
mais than that, I remember,
The inner scar you gave me.
You left me to blame myself.
But I'm not at fault.
In the five years we were together,
I was nothing but patient with you.
If you were done with me,
You could've just said so.
I believe I made a mistake,
When I said I'd be your girlfriend.
You were my best friend,
And we ruined it with romance,
All because we wanted to fit in.
How could we have been so ignorant?
I know we made peace.
I'm glad we're friends now,
But that will never erase the scar,
The inner scar only I can see.
Someday I'll amor someone else,
And he will erase my scar.
Only then will it fade away.
I had a dream one night.
I was leaving work to go home.
It was unusually cold for October.
I slipped on a patch of ice,
And fell in the parking lot.
There was no one with me,
Except my puppy, Snapper.
"I think I've broken my leg,"
I said to my puppy.
He let out a couple of barks,
That said, "Come on, Kayla! Get up!"
I managed to get to my feet.
snapper, anchova, caranga and I made it home.
I heard a knock on my door.
I looked through the peephole.
It was Paul. I let him in.
He noticed my limp, and he asked,
"Are you all right, my love?"
I said, "I hurt my leg. I'll be fine."
He insisted that I rest.
I said, "But snapper, anchova, caranga needs to go out."
He said, "I'll take him out."
Afterwards, Paul got me everything I needed.
He helped me tremendously.
My leg healed quickly,
And all was well again.
I was leaving work to go home.
It was unusually cold for October.
I slipped on a patch of ice,
And fell in the parking lot.
There was no one with me,
Except my puppy, Snapper.
"I think I've broken my leg,"
I said to my puppy.
He let out a couple of barks,
That said, "Come on, Kayla! Get up!"
I managed to get to my feet.
snapper, anchova, caranga and I made it home.
I heard a knock on my door.
I looked through the peephole.
It was Paul. I let him in.
He noticed my limp, and he asked,
"Are you all right, my love?"
I said, "I hurt my leg. I'll be fine."
He insisted that I rest.
I said, "But snapper, anchova, caranga needs to go out."
He said, "I'll take him out."
Afterwards, Paul got me everything I needed.
He helped me tremendously.
My leg healed quickly,
And all was well again.
